school

I was innocently added to a Facebook group reuniting lots of folk from my old educational establishment, Chesterfield High School.

The thing is, I hated the place. The whole five years I was there, I don't think I have a single good memory about anything to do with it. Well, tell a lie, I do. On the 26th June 1987, I left. For good.

Don't get me wrong, I made a couple of good friends there - decent folk without any malice in their entire beings. But they were the exception to the rule.

Another thing. In a way, I'm being really unfair because any grief I had with school was, ultimately, my fault. Between 11 and 16, I had more responsibility for my actions, yet it's easier to blame the system.

Still hated the place though.

Reading through some of the things folk say, I realise that I'm jealous. I missed out on stuff at school which would've benefited me for the future. But I live and learn.

Conversely, there was a FB discussion about my first school, Crosby Road North, where I had great craic and really enjoyed reminiscing.

I had a happy childhood. It was boss. I had all my fun out of school. If there was a Facebook group called, "Growing Up In Waterloo In The 1980s And Doing Stupid Things That Could Involve Police Intervention" I think I'd be the main poster!!!